52: C52 The Green Killing Mouth

C52 The Green Killing Mouth

Shen Qingfeng's soul force surged. Both of his eyes shone with a terrifying green light as he struck Wan Tianhao's head with his palm.

He closed his eyes, and strange memories flashed in front of his eyes like a movie.

Shen Qingfeng saw a beggar in ragged clothes. Because he stole someone else's money, his legs were almost broken on the street.

The beggar gradually grew up, but he was not on the right track. When he was twelve years old, he fought with others and killed for the first time.

He established a gang, recruited little brothers, and collected protection fees from the merchants. Step by step, he made the gang bigger and bigger.

Later on, he became the master of a master, and after obtaining a backer, he unified the underground forces of Jiangdong overnight!

There was also the love and hate between him and countless young women...

...

The surging soul force turned Wan Tianhao's three soul and seven soul into fragments. These fragments quickly disappeared...

When everything in the car calmed down, Wan Tianhao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had a foolish look on his face. His soul was gone, and he had become a real walking corpse.

Shen Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes. The green light was restrained, and he spat out a few words, "Green Killing Mouth."

The Soul Devouring Technique could pry into other people's memories. The soul had been used as nourishment to increase one's realm, but it was too overbearing. If the enemy was slightly weaker, their soul would scatter.

This technique had a natural harmony between heaven and earth. Those who specialized in this technique were called evil cultivators in ancient times, and were hunted down by countless people.

However, when cultivators of a higher level fought, they would never give up until their opponent's soul was destroyed.

This was because as one's realm increased, cultivators would often obtain all kinds of inconceivable divine abilities, such as undying bodies, or even specialized in cultivating souls. Their bodies could be abandoned at will.

Shen Qingfeng got off the car and thought for a while. Then, he took out his phone and called his mother.

Right now, the threat was right in front of him. Someone was planning to attack his family, so he had to deal with it.

As the saying went, it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. It seemed like he was not a gentleman. He would take revenge on the same day!

"Hey! Mom, I have to take supplementary lessons tonight. I will make a surprise attack before the exam. It might be very late, so I will not go back to sleep."

"Supplementary lessons? Good supplementary lessons... That cool breeze... In the future, you should always look for Muwan to tutor you."

" You can also stay at her place. When the college entrance exam is over, you can come back and stay. Mom won't blame you... "

Yang Jingya was worried that the Feng Shui problem of the house would affect her son's future. Houses being haunted was not something to be trifled with. If it was spread out, it would depreciate by hundreds of thousands. Maybe no one would want it even if she lost money!

"Huh?"

"If there's nothing else, you can just hang up! Mom won't bother you with your supplementary lessons anymore."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Shen Qingfeng's eyes became confused.

What did she mean by living in Jiang Muwan's house? Did she really not treat him as an outsider? Did she mean that she could live as long as she wanted to?

He shook his head and cast his thoughts aside. He identified a direction and left the place.

...

The Qing Sha Mouth was located in a town near the Jiangdong City. It was an extremely desolate and inaccessible place.

There was a stone bridge at the head of the town, and it was quite famous. It was said that it had a history of more than 200 years.

During the war, it was an important juncture. A fierce battle had taken place, and many people had died.

The sun was setting, and a white-clothed youth appeared at the end of the wasteland. He held a devil blade in his hand, and it was precisely Shen Qingfeng.

This place was too remote. The road was rugged, and there were many mountain roads. Even off-road vehicles could not get up, so no one was willing to take over the business here.

It was hard to imagine that there was such a place near such a bustling city.

He stopped and observed his surroundings.

Looking around, there was no sign of anyone within a thousand meters.

Most of the young and strong laborers had entered the city to work. Some of the villagers had even moved their families into the city. Most of the villages nearby only had a few elderly or children staying behind. It was not easy for them to live.

Along the way, the only scenery that Shen Qingfeng saw was the hundred acres of wild sorghum. There were no humans and no one came to collect them.

These plants had extremely tenacious vitality. As long as it rained, they would grow like crazy. They were like the people who lived on this land and had already been forgotten.

In the early years, it was rumored that this place was haunted. In fact, there were bandits dressed like masks, and they were here to kill lone travelers. Therefore, there were often people who went missing in the sorghum field for no reason.

According to Wan Tianhao's memory, after crossing two more mountains, they would arrive at where Lee Yuanhu lived.

After walking for a while, an inn shaped building attracted Shen Qingfeng's attention.

The inn was built from wood and earth. The red paint on the wood had fallen off, as if it was describing the vicissitudes of life in this place.

There was a large flag tied to the flagpole outside, and on it were the words "Three Bowls No Gang."

"What a big tone. I would like to see what it means to have three Bowls No Gang!"

After Shen Qingfeng saw the flag, he smiled and walked into the inn with his devil blade.

The owner of the inn was an old man with one eye. He had actually seen this young man in white from afar, but he did not have any intention of inviting him in.

Although the old man was blind, he had opened this inn. For the past few decades, there had been storms and rains, and he had some ability to observe people.

He felt that this young man had an evil nature. He was dressed in white and held a large knife in his hand. The blade reflected a cold light under the afterglow of the setting sun, making him very uncomfortable.

One had to know that although this place was not far from the city, it was still a few dozen kilometers away. The mountain roads were rugged and there was no way to get through.

This fair and clean young man actually walked here with his feet. Wasn't this evil?

"Shop owner, do you have wine?"

Shen Qingfeng casually picked a seat and slammed his broadsword on the table as he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"Customer, there's good wine in the shop. The wine produced by us, the original taste, the fragrance is unrestrained, I guarantee you will be satisfied." The old man did not dare to be slow. He jogged over and said while bending his waist.

"I saw that there was a flag hanging at the entrance of the hotel. What do you mean by these three bowls are no more than a hill?"

"I don't dare to hide it from you, brother. The alcohol content here is high, so we set a rule. Anyone who can drink three bowls without getting drunk will be exempted from paying for the drinks."

"What kind of food and drinks do you have?"

"Only cooked beef."

"Give me four catties of cooked beef and two jugs of wine, Wang Yao said. Remember, wine must be served well!"

"Don't worry, sir, it must be the best wine."0

The old man squeezed out a smile on his face and nodded his head vigorously. He quickly ran to the kitchen to get busy.

"Mother, mother, go to the southwest! A wide road, a long treasured vessel. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! The horse was galloping and winding. Mother, mother, go to the southwest! When you're sweet, settle down. When you're bitter, you turn money into money."

...

At this moment, a child's song was heard.

A young man who was about half a year old walked in from behind the inn. He was wearing a pair of trousers and braids. Because he was exposed to the sunlight all year round, his face was covered in a healthy blush.

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